I'm back on campus today for the first time since May. The new semester begins on Monday! I can't believe it's here already. How is summer over? I accomplished so much since the spring semester ended in May, and I don't feel that tugging, panicky feeling that I ran out of time. Nonetheless, I am mourning the waning heat, the long days, and the freedom of not having to be anywhere at any given time. Summer days seem to last so long--it feels like you get to sneak two workdays in before the sun goes down. As autumn rolls in and the sun begins to set earlier, I perceive my days condensing. Each one still lasts the same 24 hours as they did in July, but I become convinced that more of those hours should be spent in bed. I'm trying to take advantage of these last few weeks of bright warmth while also accepting that work, like weather, changes with the seasons.